AIIIEEE!!!

So, my deceptively angelic-looking child with the long blonde hair found a pair of scissors this morning. The end result being that she no longer looks angelic (which might be to the good, actually) or has long blonde hair. Half of it looks like it belongs to Moe from the Three Stooges. Needless, to say, we're taking a trip to the hairdresser's this afternoon, because this is beyond my ability to fix. (Although I'm forced to admit that she did a decent job with the bangs.)

When I first saw her, I just stared. Then I managed to stutter, through my absolute shock, "Why... for God's sake, why did you cut your hair?" She said, "Because it was getting in the way of eating ice cream." Keeping in mind that it was about 8 a.m. and she was having a pretend picnic and eating PRETEND ICE CREAM. So, just to keep this straight, she cut half of her formerly beautiful hair off for SOMETHING THAT DIDN'T ACTUALLY EXIST. My God.

T's reaction was much like mine: "Oh, my God." Which probably explains her later response, when I asked her for probably the tenth time why she'd done it. She said, sighing, "For God's sake, I don't know." Probably the most accurate answer I got from her, at least.

And she has yet, of course, to realize the long-term ramifications. We're leaving this afternoon to go to my mother-in-law's for the weekend, and A cheerfully said, "It's okay, I'll just grow it back in the car."

Needless to say, all scissors will be banned from the house for all eternity. Or at least until she goes to college. Hm... how early do they extend early admission?